Page 17 of Ivory Crown

Her eyes narrowed, searching mine for the trap in my words. But there was none to find. Whether she believed that or not was up to her.

“Okay,” she said after a pause, her voice carrying a hint of defiance. “I will.”

“Good,” I replied, feeling the weight of her phone in my pocket.

“Well, I’ll need my phone back…”

“You’ll get it. When we get back to the penthouse. You’ll call Ellie tonight,” I said. “I promise.”

She furrowed her brow. She didn’t ask me any more questions as we walked, hand-in-hand, toward my building.

We stood in the lobby as we waited for the elevator. I listened to her try and catch her breath.

The metallic ding of the elevator echoed through the grand, marbled lobby. The doors slid open, revealing an empty, mirrored interior. With a hand on Jade’s lower back, I guided her inside. As soon as the doors shut with an ominous click, I turned to face her.

Chapter Eight: Dante

Without a word, my hands moved to her waist, fingers inching under the hem of the soaked fabric that clung to her like a second skin. Pulling it down, I watched her eyes widen in surprise as they flickered between my face and my actions.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” My voice was a half-whispered promise against her ear, my breath fanning out across her flushed skin. She nodded silently, her dark eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

As the elevator hummed its way upwards, I slid her soaked leggings down over her hips, revealing her bare skin. I could still feel the warmth radiating from between her thighs; it was an intoxicatingly erotic contrast to the cool metal of the elevator.

Running my fingers along the wet fabric, I brought my hand up to my mouth and tasted her again. A soft gasp escaped from Jade’s lips at the sight, but she made no attempt to stop me. Her breath hitched when I discarded her leggings on the elevator floor and pressed my palm against her bare flesh.

I traced my finger over her clit then grabbed the waistband of her panties.

Pulling them down, I reveled in the sight of her standing there, bare and exposed under the harsh lights of the elevator. Jade’s eyes never left mine, a hint of vulnerability flickering in their depths. It was a sight I couldn’t get enough of.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper as my finger traced along her slick folds. She let out a soft whimper at my touch but didn’t pull away.

“Here.” The word was a low rumble in my throat as I balled up her panties and held them out to her. Her confusion was evident, but she didn’t flinch away.

“Open up.” My command cut through the silence. She hesitated for a brief moment, her eyes darting from my hand to my face.

A blush crept up her cheeks, but she complied. As I pushed her panties into her mouth, filling the silence of the elevator with the wet sound of cloth against tongue and teeth, her eyes fluttered shut.

I watched her lips close around the fabric, sealing in her taste and scent. The sight was more erotic than any words could describe - this intelligent, beautiful woman willingly gagged on her pleasure under my command.

“Do you understand now?” My voice was a low rumble in the confined space of the elevator, my words intended for her alone. “Do you understand why I’m so obsessed with how you taste?”

She whimpered in response, her eyes wide and locked on mine as she tasted herself. She nodded and I shifted closer to her, my breath ghosting over her parted lips.

“Good girl,” I praised softly as my hand skated down her bare side, toward her stomach, then to her pretty pussy.

Her eyes fluttered closed at my touch, her breath hitching as I traced my fingers along her. I smirked, the sight of her unraveling under my touch never failing to stoke the fire within me.

As the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival to the penthouse, I removed her soaked panties from her mouth, placing it in my pocket as a memento. Her breathing was erratic, the taste and scent of herself filling her senses.

Her eyes fluttered closed at my touch, her breath hitching as I traced my fingers along her. I smirked, the sight of her unraveling under my touch never failing to stoke the fire within me.

As the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival to the penthouse, I removed her soaked panties from her mouth, placing it in my pocket as a memento. Her breathing was erratic, the taste and scent of herself filling her senses.

“You know,” I said. “I’m going to make you come again. Except this time, I’m going to be inside of you. I’m going to teach your body that the best orgasms you can ever have are while I fuck you.”

Her pupils dilated at my words, an involuntary shiver running through her. I loved it when she was restless, her body aching for release yet not quite sure how to handle the intensity of anticipation. She looked up at me.

“Let’s begin,” I murmured into her ear as the elevator doors slid open, our reflection disappearing from the mirrored surfaces. “Keep your panties in your mouth.”

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